Ye Yiyun looked at Ling Xiaodong, who was brimming with excitement, feeling confused.
“Is there really another way?”
Ling Xiaodong’s face was flushed as he grasped Ye Yiyun’s jade-like hand tightly.
“Yin-Yang dual cultivation! I once found a dual cultivation manual under my master’s bed. It’s called the ‘Great Joy Ode of Heaven and Earth’s Yin and Yang’! I can use this method to restore the yin energy in your body back to its original state and transform it into yang energy! This is wonderful! Aunt Yun, you can be saved!”
“Yin-Yang dual cultivation?”
Ye Yiyun was puzzled for a moment, then suddenly understood, but immediately frowned, weak yet stern.
“No.”
“Why not? This is the only way to save you!”
“You are my junior disciple and also my son-in-law. How can we… how can we engage in such an improper act!”
Ye Yiyun’s face, already flushed from illness, grew even redder. Halfway through, she even closed her eyes and turned her head away from Ling Xiaodong.
Ling Xiaodong hurriedly tried to persuade her.
“Aunt Yun! You are on the brink of death! Living is more important than anything else! Why worry about this now? If you really care about Xiaoyan, surviving to see her again is what matters most!”
“No! No means no! Doing such a thing with my own son-in-law… I’d rather just die!”
Ye Yiyun had always been a very traditional woman. Before going up the mountain, she was from a wealthy family, having memorized the ‘Daughter’s Teachings’ and ‘Female Instructions.’ She had remained chaste for twenty-seven years. Now, being asked to practice Yin-Yang dual cultivation with Ling Xiaodong was simply impossible for her to accept.
“If you refuse to live because you care that I’m your son-in-law, then fine—I won’t marry Xiaoyan! When we return, I’ll become your Taoist partner!”
Ling Xiaodong’s heart burned with urgency. He had finally found a way to save Aunt Yun, but she would rather face death than agree. He had no choice but to go all out.
“How dare you!”
Ye Yiyun’s phoenix-like eyes widened, glaring at Ling Xiaodong with surprising strength in her voice—far from that of a dying woman.
“What nonsense are you talking about! I, Ye Yiyun, have lived a pure and upright life. How could I ever do something as shameless as stealing my own son-in-law! Even if I die here today, it won’t happen!”
Seeing Ye Yiyun stubbornly refusing, Ling Xiaodong felt like ants were crawling on a hot pan, the frustration clogging his chest.
“You… you’re so old-fashioned! Are you out of your mind? Don’t you know what’s happening right now? You’re dying! Do you realize you’re dying?”
In his desperation, Ling Xiaodong blurted out harsh words, then immediately regretted them. He had never spoken harshly to Aunt Yun before and quickly softened his tone again.
“Aunt Yun, please listen to me. If Xiaoyan knew what was happening now, she would want you to live above all else. In emergencies, rules can bend—please just trust me.”
“You’re scolding me.”
Ye Yiyun pouted, her eyes misty and filled with grievance.
At this point, she was already weak and somewhat delirious.
“I’m not!”
“You are! Xiaodong used to be a good boy, and now he’s scolding me!”
Ye Yiyun’s eyes reddened, shining with tears that seemed ready to fall at any moment.
“I didn’t… wait!”
Ling Xiaodong realized something—why was Aunt Yun acting like a child?
He quickly looked closely and his expression darkened.
Ye Yiyun’s soul was unstable, unable to remain attached to her body, drifting near the edge of departing from her flesh. That was why she was acting out uncontrollably.
If he didn’t act soon, her soul would re-enter the cycle of reincarnation—there’d be no time to waste!
Clenching his teeth, Ling Xiaodong made up his mind.
Today, to save Aunt Yun, even if it meant betraying his master and betraying his ancestors, so be it!
“Aunt Yun, afterwards you can scold me, hit me, whatever you want! I’ll explain everything to Xiaoyan.”
After saying this, he shed his clothes, revealing a flawless, strong body.
“You! What are you doing!”
Ye Yiyun stared at Ling Xiaodong’s bare chest, her face flushing deep red. She tried to look away but seemed magnetically drawn to him.
“Forgive me!”
“Ah! No! Don’t take off my clothes!”
……
Soft eyes with a sideways glance near the temples, hair combed low with a crescent moon resting on the shoulder.
The man’s eyes were hazy, limbs laid loose.
Thus they became husband and wife, the very harmony of yin and yang.
Ling Xiaodong lay on the bed, gently stroking Ye Yiyun’s jade-like back, soothing the still softly weeping beauty.
The treatment was very successful. The yin-yang balance in Ye Yiyun’s body was restored, and her life was no longer in danger.
But now the one whose life was in danger was Ling Xiaodong himself.
The thought of what would happen once the beauty in his arms calmed down gave him a constant headache.
Xiaoyan was gentle-tempered. Ling Xiaodong believed that if he explained things properly, she would understand. But what about his master?
Although his master appeared cold toward Aunt Yun, he secretly cared deeply for his senior sister.
Otherwise, every time Ling Xiaodong brought back letters from Qingfeng Temple, Master Yue Yingying would disdainfully toss them aside, only to quietly retrieve them later.
If Aunt Yun went to complain to his master and told him about Ling Xiaodong’s betrayal…
Just thinking about it made Ling Xiaodong shudder all over.
Given Yue Yingying’s personality, no reason would suffice. Being expelled from the sect would be the mildest punishment; she might even draw her sword and strike.
While Ling Xiaodong was lost in anxious thoughts, Ye Yiyun, lying softly like jade in his arms, lifted her tear-filled eyes.
Ling Xiaodong shook his head to clear the distracting thoughts. For now, calming Aunt Yun was the most important thing.
“Aunt Yun, just now—”
“Go out. I need to dress.”
Though her eyes were red-rimmed, her flushed face damp with disheveled hair and fragrant sweat, her voice was unexpectedly calm.
Ling Xiaodong reluctantly released her, got out of bed, and casually put on some clothes.
He slowly closed the door behind him, his heart uneasy as he recalled the earlier scene. He touched his nose—thankfully no nosebleed.
After waiting a while, still no sound came from inside. Ling Xiaodong grew worried.
He remembered Aunt Yun’s uncharacteristic calm and her previous defiance. A terrible thought seized his mind—a white silk rope hanging from the beam.
Could Aunt Yun have lost hope?
He hurriedly knocked on the door. “Aunt Yun, are you done?”
“Done. Come in.”
Her calm voice from inside made him breathe a sigh of relief.
Opening the door, he saw Ye Yiyun sitting neatly in the Grandmaster’s chair, her delicate hand lifting a teacup to her lips, her expression composed.
Ling Xiaodong felt dazed, as if the passionate night just passed was nothing but a dream.
Ye Yiyun gestured to the chair opposite, her crimson lips parting softly.
“Sit!”
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